Ice cream is one of the world’s favorite sweet treats. Not mine though. Well, not in the beginning, anyway.
Growing up, my family didn’t eat ice cream much. It made a rare, and brief appearance on the Sunday dessert menu every once in a great while, usually in the form of an Arctic Roll. For the uninitiated, an Arctic Roll is a wholly British thing consisting of vanilla ice cream wrapped in a thin layer of sponge cake to form a roll. It’s the shape of a log, and there’s a layer of raspberry sauce between the ice cream and the sponge. My mother would saw one into 4 and we’d each have a slice. I liked Arctic Roll days, although they didn’t roll around very often. Ha ha! Roll. Oh, never mind.
Other than Arctic Rolls, ice cream never really blew my skirt up as a kid. Looking back, I think this was because the ice cream that was available back in the day was so ghastly: thin, almost icy, flavorless. I was well into adulthood when the premium ice creams hit the market, and ice cream was elevated to a whole new status. I would chow down on the odd Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia Ice Cream Bar, or sneak a small oblong tub of Mövenpick Café Ice Cream, and boy oh boy, did that stuff make me want to get a room. But still, ice cream was never my go-to dessert or treat.
The KETO Ice Cream Scoop By Carrie Brown
- Ice cream is one of the world’s favorite sweet treats. Not mine though. Well, not in the beginning, anyway. Growing up, my family didn’t eat ice cream much. It made a rare, and brief appearance on the Sunday dessert menu every once in a great while, usually in the form of an Arctic Roll. For the uninitiated, an Arctic Roll is a wholly British thing consisting of vanilla ice cream wrapped in a thin layer of sponge cake to form a roll. It’s the shape of a log, and there’s a layer of raspberry sauce between the ice cream and the sponge. My mother would saw one into 4 and we’d each have a slice. I liked Arctic Roll days, although they didn’t roll around very often. Ha ha! Roll. Oh, never mind. Other than Arctic Rolls, ice cream never really blew my skirt up as a kid. Looking back, I think this was because the ice cream that was available back in the day was so ghastly: thin, almost icy, flavorless. I was well into adulthood when the premium ice creams hit the market, and ice cream was elevated to a whole new status. I would chow down on the odd Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia Ice Cream Bar, or sneak a small oblong tub of Mövenpick Café Ice Cream, and boy oh boy, did that stuff make me want to get a room. But still, ice cream was never my go-to dessert or treat.
